Olivia Carter is no longer fooling herself. She knows there is no such thing as the perfect man. Tired of the crazy dating scene, she decides to take the advice of her best friend and sign up with 1NightStand. Her requirements are simple: Drop dead gorgeous, strong silent type, great in bed. Simple, to the point, and no expectations of anything grander. Madame Eve has no problem fulfilling her list. Maxwell Evans is a hot and upcoming actor. But already he’s disillusioned about finding the ideal woman. Sick of dating nothing but shallow beauties who are more interested in riding his coattails than anything else, he checks out 1NightStand. He rather have a night of passion with a woman that knows nothing about his fame, than a long-term relationship with someone that has hopes of fame and fortune. Max and Olivia will find out that they both wanted more than they’re willing to admit.
Oh…my…God! Olivia gawked, not saying a word. Could she speak? Taking a tiny step back and scanning the magnificent specimen up and down, she thought she’d died and gone to jungle heaven.
What stood in the doorway couldn’t be described by mere words. But the ones that immediately came to mind were beautiful, glorious, gorgeous, and breathtaking. And those seemed trite, considering what her eyes were focusing on. A jungle god.
“Hello, Miss Carter?”
Olivia patted her ear. Some sort of static was coming through.
She brought her gaze to his face and noticed the man’s lips moving. “Huh?”
“You are Miss Olivia Carter?”
His voice was deep, smooth, rich—simply orgasmic. “I…yes, yes! I’m Olivia Carter. Please….come in.” Watching him stroll into her room gave her goose bumps. When was the last time that happened? From the back, he was a sight to behold.
Good Lord. Muscles rippled as he moved across the room, and that scrap of material barely covered his lower region. Olivia found herself hoping that piece of cloth caught itself on the edge of a table or something.
Jungle Man made it as far as her end table and turned back toward her. “I am so sorry about my….” He pointed to his state of undress. “But I was running late and I—”
“Please. No need to apologize.” The urge to touch the wild man pulled her closer to him. She wanted to know if someone so gorgeous could be real. No, that wasn’t true. She wanted to rip off her clothes and leap into his arms, and she prayed he’d ravish her all through the evening.
“I feel I should. I’m sure it’s not every day a nearly naked man comes to your door.”
No, it’s not, so it’s about time. “I will say this for Madame Eve and 1NightStand. I told her what I wanted, and they delivered.”
Olivia chuckled. “I told her I wanted a wild man, and she sent me Tarzan! That’s service.”
“Tarzan? Oh, yes, well, first let me explain—”